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the junos. that oh so canadian celebration of artists and creative mavens which light the way to cultural nirvana north of the 49th.... or not? you disagree that bands like nickelback, default, theory of a deadman, and whatever other long haired, bad-attituded group of less than talent monkeys they've churned out this week are the best we have to offer? the best what. who is judging. who is not judging. and who cares. we are not so far removed from kelly clarkson beating paul mccartney, and people being more upset that she beat gwen stefani (don't get me started on her issues).... our society, our group consensus about art and culture comes from the masses.... mass media is a capital phenomenon, not an artistic one so while you may doubt the validity of awarding kalen porter and chad kroeger for their apparent lack of all things artistic and talent related, look to what the event is .... a chance for ben mulrouney to get all coked up, put on his lipstick and kiss some unfortunately canadian ass in places like winnipeg for the love of pete.... isn't it bad enough we are trying to pass off lake winnipeg as the red hot canadian version of california? it is the coldest place in canada, but its hot on falcon beach? please. culture as a whole is divided into two, very uneven, very unfair pieces. the commerical crap, which gets a big slice of the pie, makes the money and people like because they are told to. and within that slice, there are two smaller subdivisions. the crap that actually isn't bad, but is far from good. it is these pieces of culture that we feel guilty liking, but do it anyways. almost to spite that part of us that tries to regulate how snotty we are. and the rest of this subdivided crap, is the stuff that you just can't like and get up in the morning, look yourself in the mirror and go in with your lives. but you do. you must. and do you know why? because the radio plays it. you listen to the radio. you are too lazy OR your fingers are too fat OR you aren't really paying attention OR you can't believe it is really that bad, but for whatever reason you don't change it. raine maida whines to you about the latest sad story him and his band have leeched onto, and you are supposed to care, because before you gained your adult tastebuds, you ate it up and drank it down. the other slice of the pie, the little one that you get when you are on a diet that just won't stick, and you can restrain yourself if you only have the little slice, the tiniest slice you can cut, that barely visible, highly edible piece is actual talent. served fresh, nothing tastes as good as an ARTIST playing music the WROTE, in a voice that is TRAINED about experiences they HAD. it goes for books, movies, television, conversations, photographs, presentations, arguments. it is real. its is good. and that is why people can't like it. because it is better than they can do. i think at the base of the juno awards is something very canadian. the feeling that if we give awards and accolades to people with no discernable talent, it is like giving it to everyone. so canada, hoist your juno proud when nickelback takes home the award for most average performance by a bunch of guys with no talent, no clue and no stylist. Post a comment in response: |
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